1. THE CLARITY PROCESS

Bridge the divide.

Our hands torn of fingerprints.
Identities lost in the fray.
You ask for help from the wise,
Yet condemn when critiqued,
Blaming others for what you’ve done.
The mark of the proud.

Bound by the harmony of colour.
Embrace what was once feared.
Progression is not singular.
Bridge the divide.

There is more to life than yourself.
The proud will stumble at their own hands.
Breathing stale air.
Left with only regret.

We hold the eyes of the young in our hands.
We are the...
We hold the eyes of the young in our hands.
We are the...
We are the example.

We hold the eyes of the young in our hands.
We are the...
We hold the eyes of the young in our hands.
We are the...
We are the example.

Leave your fortress
With a sense of humility.
Tear down this construct
Built by blind men.

Leave your fortress.
Embrace what was once feared.
Tear down this construct.
Progression is not... singular.

Bridge the divide. (x4)